Dating men with no friends
In the past my relationship life kind of went like this: Meet, have a date or two, end up in bed, then end up together.I can't even really tell you when exactly the together part happened, it just was.When I meet someone, I can size him up in about 30 seconds and decide whether or not we will ever see each other naked.If I'm attracted to a guy, then I really can't befriend him.We have actual conversations, not conversations laced with flirtation and sexual innuendo, but actual conversations that allow us to see one another without filters.Conversations that show how multifaceted we both are and slowly let down guards.I feel like no matter where this middle space leads us, we’re building the foundation for something great that in the end will not only make us better partners, but better people as well.So here’s to dating in the middle, and whatever lies on the other side being oh so worth the wait.
I met this man a few months ago that, so far, has been the best thing since ice cream, pure magic (cue Tweet), and I couldn’t be happier. He wanted to take things slow, get to know me, actually date me and see where, if anywhere, we ended up. You’re just going to stand there all delicious, looking at me in all my fineness and tell me that we can’t rip each other’s clothes off right now? Now while my hormones were screaming bloody murder, my mind had to agree. I must admit this space is very new and very awkward.
Long hugs and sweet kisses, hand holding and couch cuddles, and of course the thumb wrestling.
Don’t ask how this became a thing with us, it just is, and I love it.
It’s also shown me intimacy, and not just the kind that comes from sex.
This middle space has allowed us to intentionally build emotional, intellectual, and even physical intimacy with one another through the simplest things.